The scarlet cloak of loneliness <br />covers my sorrowed soul <br />and my gentle heart is benign <br />to any chosen fact. <br />Each day I gather straws <br />I reach out to cling to <br />but each one snaps within my grasp <br />and I wonder what I’ll do. <br />The hollow world I live in <br />echoes my vacant thoughts. <br />Even the hues of colours that <br />surround me everyday <br />cannot remove this scarlet cloak <br />that wants to smother me away. <br /> <br /> <br />25 September 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scarlet-cloak/
